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Regis remains where he is long after Leah Bellmoore disappears through the hall doors.For several seconds, he does nothing but stare at the empty space she has left behind. The noise of the gathering slowly returns around him, but his attention remains fixed on the doors, as though he expects her to come marching back inside and do another unexpected thing. His gaze eventually drops to his hand. A faint red mark crosses his skin where Leah pinched and twisted him before making her escape.He rubs his thumb over it. Then he laughs.It begins as a quiet chuckle, barely audible beneath the conversations, but it grows until he has to tilt his head back. The sound draws attention from every direction. Students who had been pretending not to watch him now openly stare, exchanging uncertain glances as they try to decide whether he has finally lost his mind.Maybe he has.After all, most people would be furious if an omega dared to put her hands on them in front of an audience, especially
LEAH’S POV It is a curious thing, smiling at someone who is seriously considering how to hurt you. My body is not particularly impressed by the performance. My instincts are making a rather convincing argument for running, and there is a cold sensation travelling down my spine. But I cannot afford to let him see it. Not now. Not when I have finally managed to get his attention where I want it. I rise onto my tiptoes. His hand shifts against my waist, instinctively accommodating the movement and keeping me close. I bring my mouth near his ear. “You’re free to do whatever you like, Lord Nightshade.” My voice is soft. “Who am I to tell you otherwise? If you decide to take something from me, what can I do but accept it?” He remains still. I allow a small pause before continuing. “But…” “I knew there was a but.” I can hear the smile in his tone. I smile against the space beside his ear. “Who is going to entertain you if you do?” His fingers still against my waist. “Who is go
LEAH’S POV It’s then it happens. I see it. The change in his eyes is immediate.The amusement doesn’t disappear completely, but something beneath it shifts. His midnight-blue gaze begins to deepen, and the fingers at my waist become a little more noticeable.Ah. I’ve touched a nerve.Now, you might be wondering why I am deliberately provoking a man who has just threatened to tear my heart out.Well, I have a reason.I am not stupid enough to believe that Regis Nightshade’s interest in me is harmless. It doesn’t matter whether he is amused, curious, irritated, or simply looking for something to occupy his time. Whatever has caught his attention, it is not going to end well for me if I allow him to do whatever he pleases.His suggestion that he intends to let the other students torment me before coming to collect what remains is particularly unpleasant.Because that means he doesn’t care how much damage is done to me before he gets involved.He doesn’t care whether I am humiliated, is
LEAH’S POV Regis smile deepens. “I even stood outside your door for a while, considering which would be more entertaining. Your neck or your heart.” That is interesting. And, quite frankly, I am suddenly very grateful for the small decision I made earlier. An hour before the other students were expected to leave for the event hall, I had decided to spend some time in the library. I wanted to avoid the usual crowd, and I certainly had no desire to run into any of the people who had made the last few days unpleasant. It had been a sensible decision. A very sensible decision. Because if I had remained in my room, I might have opened my door to find Regis Nightshade standing outside it. I cannot imagine that encounter would have ended particularly well. “Then I reconsidered,” he whispers. His fingers shift against my throat. “Killing you would be boring. There are so many other things I could do with you, Bellmoore. So many ways to make your life unpleasant. Why should I sett
LEAH’S POV The next thing I feel is a sudden movement beside me. A hand darts into my field of vision, and before I can tighten my fingers around the plaque, it is snatched right out of my grip. Oh. I don’t even need to look. I know the hand holding my throat, and I know the hand that has just relieved me of my award. There are very few people in this academy who would consider grabbing someone’s neck in the middle of an event hall an acceptable way to announce their presence. And there is only one person I know who would do it while looking perfectly pleased with himself. Regis Nightshade. Of course. The hand around my throat remains exactly where it is as he turns me around to face him. His fingers shift slightly against my skin, maintaining their hold, and I have to take a small step to regain my balance. Then I look up. He looks well. Annoyingly well, really. I suppose I should be grateful. It would have been rather inconvenient if the man had died after everything that
LEAH’S POV Silence follows. Then the whispers begin again.“Why is she standing at the back?”“Is she trying to draw attention to herself?”“Oh, so it’s now Leah Bellmoore chooses to behave like an omega.”“Now she knows her place.”“When she was mixing concoctions into the heirs’ food, what was she thinking?”I listen quietly. There is something rather impressive about how quickly people can turn a person’s actions into an entirely different story.Apparently, making something to protect three people is now the same as deliberately trying to poison them. I wonder whether they would prefer I had allowed the three of them to die.Maybe I should have ‘considered’ that possibility before preparing the concoction.Then another voice cuts through the murmuring.“What do you mean? She made the concoction for their sake.”“She is not like Willow Rosante, who actually tried to poison our own Lycan heir.”Oh.My lips almost move. I recognise the distinction immediately.Those voices probably







